We’re on the way home, set to log almost 5,000 miles on our journey. There’s much to report – including the many issues of traveling with a high-energy dog who has a few separation issues.

But Pepper has, all in all, done pretty well – despite barking every time someone walked past our motel room last night. She curls up and sleeps peacefully, in some very odd poses, in her corner of the back seat – although she has chewed clean through two leashes when we weren’t looking.

Please check out these pictures that chronicle some of her trip across the land.

Some mornings paddling the river I'm convinced there will be no pictures. I get up with the dawn, make several trips back to the house when I forget my cell phone, then my water, then my sunscreen. As the sun peeks over the trees, I finally launch the kayak, arranging two dry bags full of gear and a monopod between →

We hit 100 degrees a few days back. And while that's hot anywhere, this isn't an Arizona or Oklahoma 100. This is the Lowcountry. Old folks say they can't remember the May River and its shores staying this hot for this long - although I recall a few scorchers in my 30 years here. We wake each morning with fogged windows. The →

The schedule for the 2010 Gray's Reef Ocean Film Festival will include "Keeping the May River Wild" screening on Sunday, Sept. 19, at 11:30 a.m. in SCAD's Trustees Theater in Savannah, Ga. Admission is free, and I hope you can join us. I'm as excited about this honor as any my multimedia project has received. The tale of creatures who share →

A few years back, I spotted a comment on a photojournalism email list that suggested we refrain from letting clients know how much we love our work. The reasoning - demonstrated by increasing demands and decreasing compensation - was that when clients know we love, and live, to make pictures they can take advantage of our amorous needs to record →

Just a quick update. The eagles don't seem to have left on May's full moon. I heard them calling last Tuesday, a week into June and after last quarter of that lunar phase. And I spotted, from a good distance, since the tide was low, an eagle shape in the nest. This morning, the first following the new moon, I could →

During a paddle late last week, I spotted, way up high, a couple eagles soaring together. Earlier in the week, I heard an eagle call across the marsh and spotted an adult bird over our dock. But I have a feeling that's about all I'll see or hear from them for the next couple months. Our eagle pair had a →

Last week, bucking a swift morning tide, I took what may be my last paddle of the season to our great blue heron rookery, where I've been making pictures all spring. The young birds there - who look like their parents with butch haircuts - were just learning to fly. Within a few weeks wind and rain will blow away →

If I roll my desk chair back right now, I'll run over the paw of a sweet young dog who seems to understand her new home is about the best a pointer can have. And that makes me very happy. After we lost Sesame the Special, it was hard to consider another dog. But after a week of feeling sorry for →

I'm freshly returned from considerable travel: to Washington, where I met with old friends; to Baltimore, where I presented "Keeping the May River Wild" on Earth Day; to New York, where I attended an excellent ASMP copyright symposium, and to Athens, Ohio, where I took in the annual VisCom program celebration and taught a class on Business Practices. While in Ohio →